The New Job...

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-Gwen P.O.V.-

The moon was peeking in the sky on a chilly winter night, and I sat there wondering if tonight was the night would to die. With the line of work I do, it was a common thought. Most of us do at a young age, especially when you hunt supernatural creatures for a living.

I was doing a stake out outside a Goth bar, after I got word of there being vampires. I was watching carefully in my beat up 08' silver Mazda, that reaked of stale cigarettes and old fast food. I had shallow breaths leave my lips and nose, as I tried to keep my heart rate calm, almost as if I was dying already. Vamps had very high senses, they could smell blood from miles away. And I was almost certain they might have already caught on to me.

I had my trusty iron machete sharpened and ready to decapitate those soulless fucks. My blade rested by itself in my empty passenger seat. Always riding solo, unless a hunter asked for my assistance, that's the only time I would partner up. Other than that, I never needed, nor wanted someone else's help, relying on others either gets them killed, or you. Cause again, in this line of work, you never know when you're going to die.

I see two young adults dressed in all black, one of them was a tall lanky male that had half of his head shaved. His face had so many piercings that he put Marlin Manson to shame, the other was a female with a red mo-hawk, in a pink and black mini skirt. They had another female accompanying them, except she didn't look like a goth at all. If anything she looked like she would be at a Bible study. She was slightly shorter than the other two, wearing blue knee high pants and a dark red tank top with her hair in a ponytail. All looked about in their late teens.

I stuck a mic on the underneath of the dumpster that leaned against the building earlier today. Hopefully getting a better lead to where these blood sucking bastard's nest is at. I put one of the ear buds in, and turn on the mic and started listening to their conversation. "So, um.. is it true? Are you guys actually... You know..." I hear a high pitched voice, sounded like it was coming from the non gothic chick. "Vampires..." She whispers so quietly, I almost couldn't hear. Another voice replies back, "And if we are?" This was a deeper voice, probably the male. "I wanna be one too! I wanna be a creature of the night."

I slammed my head against the steering wheel. These stupid ass kids think being a vampire is cool. Probably one of those fucking Twilight fans, think they'll sparkle in the sunlight and find eternal love. When in fact, that dumb ass chick is probably their next meal. "Follow us and we'll show you what it's like to be a vampire." I hear another voice, sounding almost seductive.

That's my cue, I strapped my machete on one side and got out of the car. I pulled a worn out pack of cigarettes out of my pocket and light one up with my Zippo. I take a deep drag and say to myself, "Time to clock in..." I slip behind a crowd near by and slowly made my way to the ally. It was damp, cold, and smelled like rusted blood.

I managed to see the group taking the girl even further away from the crowds. The two vamps grab her by the arms and she started to panic. "Where are you taking me?" The guy gives her a sinister smile. "We just wanted some friends to meet you, too." The mo-hawk chick then licks the girls neck and she started screaming. I flicked my cigarette and pulled out my blade.

I ran up behind the mo-hawk girl and in a swift motion, I sliced her head clean off without a second thought. Her body quickly turned to ash. The guy let go of the human and started charging at me. He slammed me against the wall and started punching me in the gut. I didn't have a good shot at his neck, so I swung the blade across his chest as he backs up and holds his chest as I hear his skin sizzle. He then starts growling at me, "You're going to pay bitch..." He lunges at me and aimed for my throat. But leaving his neck exposed, before he realized it I swing the blade and see his head roll on to the wet concrete. Shortly after his body started turning into ash as well and blew away in the icey cold wind.

I look over at the girl as she stares at me in utter fear. "Th-thank you..." She studders and I point my machete at her. "Stick with the books, a real vampire is not something you wanna fuck with got it." She nods her head vigorously and takes off in a dead sprint. Dumbass. I wipe the blood off my blade with a rag in my pocket. Then headed back to my piece of shit car. I sit down and let out a deep sigh and start it up wondering where I was going to crash tonight. I was exhausted, starving, and desperate need for a shower.

"Hello." I hear a deep raspy voice behind me and I pull out a gun and pointed it at the person in my back seat. I see a man in an over coat and a fadora had a white goatee and blue eyes. He looked like an older gentleman about in his sixties. He held his hands up showing me he wasn't a threat. "Don't shoot, I'm here to offer you a job." I kept the gun pointed at him and glared. "What kind of job?" I asked. He hands me a blue card with a giant eyeball in the front. He clears his throat then finally speaks.

"Let me introduce myself, I'm agent Dark Bootie, I work for an organization called Swollen Eyeball. We collect information and study different supernatural creatures. We've heard your ability to catch and kill these monsters is extrodanary. We would like for you to work with us, we'll pay you handsomely." He gives me a warm smile and holds up a stack of cash. I lower my gun and take the card and the cash, this seemed too good to be true. Especially, when what I do doesn't pay shit. "You need my help catching and killing monsters and you'll pay me for it?" I ask and the man nods.

A feeling in my gut was telling me this was a bad idea. But my wallet was begging for me to say yes, as was my growling stomach. Girl's gotta eat... I sigh heavily and decided to accept this man's offer. "Fine, I'll work for you." The man started clapping with excitement. "Excellent!" He hands me a crumpled map and it explains where I needed to go for my new actual paying job.

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